Since I’ve been out in the clinic lately, I’ve discovered that everyone in NYC healthcare is just a little bit Jewish. Or just a little bit Jewish enough. The higher along the hierarchy you go, the more Yiddish pops up in everyday vocabulary.
I was treating a nice eighty year old semi-retired doctor today. He guessed within two minutes that I’m frum. And mind, it took him twenty minutes to get through his medical history, in full medical detail.
“Yes, I’m Orthodox,” I answered him, “You’re good if you can tell this is a wig.”
“Oh, I knew from your shoes,” he laughed.
“Yeah, those slip on type things are Orthodox shoes.”
Ballet flats are frummie-markers?
I spent the rest of the day surreptitiously examining footwear. I am, indeed, the only female wearing ballet flats without stripy socks and slacks visible in a hospital.
Just in case I didn’t feel particularly conspicuous one day, my shoes broadcast my identity and I never even knew it.